Not again. Dammit!
By
Picture #15
Disclaimer: Story mine, Characters not mine. Dammit. <.g.>
Making her way to what she hoped was their new campsite, she lamented about the quick change in the weather.
Brrr. And what is going on with this fog all of a sudden. I can barely see my own hand in front of my face. I guess I should have left the lake earlier when she did. Well, at least it’s pretty open field here, not many tre…Ow. Dammit.
She felt her boot collide with something in the grass. Looking down she expected a rock or a piece of broken tree limb but not…her eyes widened…the chakram.
Dammit.
She looked from side to side and actually turned back to where she had come from, straining to catch a glimpse of her companion. Not seeing anything out of the ordinary, actually not seeing much due to the mist. She decided to focus her other senses on the area around her.
Birds. Rabbits. A skunk. Phew.
She waved her hand in front of her face.
An angry skunk apparently. Dammit.
She bent down and gingerly picked up the sticky red covered weapon.
Oh no, not again. How many times? Dammit.
Her eyes closed in antipathy. After a deep cleansing breath, her eyes reopened and focused on the red fluid. She brought the weapon to her nose and smelled it. She pulled her nose back abruptly.
Blood. Dammit.
She frantically scanned the area again.
Where are you? Where are you?
Finally, she spied a faint light near the horizon.
Campfire. A couple of leagues away. Figures. Dammit.
She pushed off, powerful strides carried her across the field. She ignored the tall grass whipping at her legs. After what seemed like candlemarks, she reached her goal.
Pulling up short, just outside the campsite, she placed her hands on her knees and tried to catch her breath. Relief gave way quickly to disbelief at what she saw. Once her heart rate and breathing evened out, she quietly made her way into the camp. She stopped and waited for her beloved companion to look up. Green and blue locked.
Was that regret? Dammit. No. Be tough this time.
A strong hand waved the chakram around. “How many times have I told you? How many times have I asked? How many times are you going to put your needs above everything else? Dammit! Ever since Japa...you have this insatiable need to...”
Gabrielle swallowed hard and half smiled, half winced. “Sushi?” she asked and offered up the plate to Xena.
End
Story by: MCFLUFFY
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